Apple Pickin' Time
Leaves flutter through the autumn air
In between the trees the light dapples
The butterflies have long gone
Its time to pick those apples
Pick one for your sweetheart
A golden or a delicious red
And if they are too tart
Give her a sweet one instead
After having some apple pie
Take a stroll neath the autumn sky
Feel the crisp air on your face
And listen as autumn winds sigh
Leaves flutter through the autumn air
In between the trees the light dapples
The butterflies have long gone
Its time to pick those apples
With many varieties to suit your desire
You can tell all your friends
about the red fuji, granny smith, and empire
Cause its apple picking time again
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